Once upon a time it was all you wanted.
Now it's all you hate.
Self-inflicted victimisation, but this is what you crave.
Tongue-tied when you look at me like ice.
Chastised for not agreeing all the time.
True say; when I cry, you don't even wonder why.
You're throwing in the towel.
You're giving up.
Think you've have enough, you cut me off, when I want you to say.
But I won't let you go.
Just another night in the life of someone that you wish you weren't.
Find a little peace beneath the sheets, we emerge to a world that's at war.
You say you tried through the scars and the lies, now you're tired when you look me in the eyes.
Is there any reason why you decide when I die?
So we can work this out.
Or maybe not.
It's true that you said that one day we'd work this out.
It's true that you said that one day we would get out.
Every day it takes away a little piece of you, if you stay living a way that doesn't mean a thing to you.
You're on the spot.
It's time to die.
Well tell me now what have you done with your life?
We can work this out.
Before we throw this all away.
We're just lambs to the slaughter.
Say goodbye to your freedom.
Now you're under control.
It's times like this that I don't want to see a single soul in the world any more.